William Wilde - V – Death and meeting her

With a cynical smile in his dark face William said:
“Tonight God will not be helping you. I am your only God now.”
Crying Diane get on her knees and begged:
“Please will stop. Please, my love this is insane! Didn’t what we passed mean anything to you?”
Without stop smiling he ordered with a powerful and respectful voice:
“Sit down Diane, don’t make me hate you. You should not beg for my mercy. Any way it doesn’t matter anymore. Dimitry has your destiny on the tip of his finger and he is just waiting for me to make you accomplish your destiny.”
As she sat again on the back of the car they could hear the tears hitting the upholstery made of black expensive fur.
“Come on Will, let me end this now.” – said Dimitry impatiently.
Will leaned towards her and kissed her in the cheek then in the mouth, wiping the tears from her face. Then he sat back crossed his legs and took a black Russian Sobranie cigarette from his cloak. He lit it up. Diane was not crying anymore. She accepted her fate.
Expelling the smoke from his longs Will nodded his head.
“Pfft” a silenced shot in the middle of her forehead. Not even a drop of blood.
Diane Watson. The daughter of the United States president was dead by a Russian made Makarov, by a Russian ex mine worker from Norsilk, Murmansk: Dimitry Popov.
But that perfect shot was not made by a rude miner, no. Dimitry was a reformed KGB soldier in his early 40’s who thought many battles for Russia and was one of the top priority soldiers in the time of the Berlin Wall and the Cold War, nevertheless he was expelled due to his straight head. He resisted to be corrupted by the old Russian system and to corrupt, so without mercy he was expelled and sent to a post gulag in the further end of Russia, Kamchatka where he disappeared for more than 20 years until he find William to whom he owed his life.
You could see happiness in his eyes. The thrill of the hunt. The bloodshed. The death by his own hands.
William looked at him by the corner of the eye and smiling inside he knew he had found a teammate in the situation they were going into.
“Bye Diane, my beloved dear.”
As he got up he said without even looking back at Dimitry:
“You know what to do.”
And he just left the door and entered the rotational door of Heathrow Airport. Behind him the tyres of the limo screeched. Inside was a dead person and Dimitry who have just looked to where William was sit and found a bottle of “Zolotaya simphonia”, in English Gold Symphony, a type of vodka with aged golden leaf, 23 carats, one of the vodkas that Dimitry has killed for. He said: “Xороший Wiliam, xороший” which meant “Good William, good.”. William knew what he wanted and gave him. Death, revenge, freedom and now Vodka. If he didn’t already owe his life to William, by now he would. He opened the bottle and swallowed a good amount of the full alcohol ic beverage, without even feeling the slightest tickle in the throat. But it was good. Very good.
As he entered the airport he saw the gate of his next flight. Thirty three. He had time, so he went to Prêt a manger and asked for a small cappuccino. And waited, alone in a bench, watching those funny people running everywhere, but without knowing where they were headed. He watched the world he was about to destroy. Time to get up.
He made the check in twenty minutes before the departure of the plane, without luggage it was quick. Then he headed for the gate of the plane and there it was the plane, already embarking, with no one waiting outside. By that time of year many people fly away from England, but not to the place where he was headed. English people would rather prefer the security and warmth of European Countries to spend their Christmas Holidays like Portugal, Spain or Italy.
As he entered the plane and greeted the pilots at the door of the plane he followed to his seat: 15A. A sit right next to the wing and to the window. He loved to see the earth disappearing below his feet.
As he walked down he was already removing his coat then he saw her. The most beautiful women he had ever seen. The one that stole his heart and make every other woman he had insignificant. She had the most perfect body, and as he saw her long fingers he remembered those cold fingers touching his skin he trembled. She was everything to him, and the only person he would give his life too: Miyuki Ramos Asukai.